The Bastards

They're Coming After Me

Remington woke early the next morning in a cold sweat, the nightmares persisted throughout the rest of the night but he hadn't woken up again with a blood nose (thankfully).

The dream was also different- this time em wasn't screaming, it was completely silent and that if anything was more distressing. Remington wasn't locked away anymore either- instead he stumbled through dark hallways, running sometimes... in his dream he could feel blood on his hands, on his face... he could feel them. Hear them.

They were coming after him.

They had Sebastian, they had Emerson. They were coming for him now and he couldn't get away- he couldn't help his brothers. He was powerless.

But the question was more of who were they, and not so much what were they. His dream conscious seemed so adamant that the thing following him was human that it made him sick with panic when he woke with a start. Remington's breathing wasn't heavy like he had just run a marathon and he shook his head trying to clear it.

He glanced around the room frantically at first, then calmed when he realised where he was. Emerson wasn't beside him and the bed sheets where his brother had been lying were cold so he clearly had been gone a while. The panic surfaced again almost as quickly as it had dispersed- Remington wasn't sure why, but it was there, making his chest tight and heartbeat quicken.

"Em?" He called uncertainty, sitting up properly and checking the pocket watch by his brothers bedside- it was early, around 5:30, the sun was just rising.

It was far to early for his brother to be awake.

'They aren't just coming for you- they are coming for him to! They are coming for Emerson!' A voice in his head hissed to him and Remington felt his body go rigid with panic.

Who were 'they'?

It was a fucking dream- a pointless nightmare but the thought of being chased... the thoughts of Emerson's terrified screams made Remington leap from bed, tripping on the sheets as they got caught around his ankles. He hit the floor hard and winced at the loud sound his body made when it came in contact with the wood.

"Rem?" An uncertain voice called.

Emerson.

Remington struggled to his feet and practically threw open the bedroom door and ran down the stairs, almost tripping again by the time he got the bottom. "Emerson?" He called, his tone panicked and he felt beyond relieved when his brother appeared from the kitchen, a mug of coffee in his pale hands, dressed in one of his many dressing gowns.

"Hey whats wrong?" Emerson put his coffee on the table as he wondered over to Remington and put a palm to his forehead "Are you okay? You look pale...did you fall? I heard you upstairs..."

"I-I'm fine" Remington couldn't help the stutter, his heart was still hammering in his chest and he tried his best to slow it down to no avail. When Emerson didn't move back Remington caved knowing it would be easier to just come out with it then run around the situation "I had another nightmare... I woke up and you weren't there... I was scared...I tripped on the sheets..." he mumbled sheepishly, looking down at his feet.

When Emerson didn't speak immediately, Remington looked back up as though to check he was still there- he was. He was watching Remington closely, his expression confused and concerned "Where else would I have been rem?" He asked gently, his tone soft as he tried to soothe his older brother. "I couldn't sleep so I came down here to watch the sun rise... I didn't leave..."

Remington shook his head a bit, still uneasy "You didn't leave, you-" he mumbled before shutting his mouth not continuing his sentence in fear of being looked at like he was crazy.